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As I entered the room where the sarcophagus was placed I could barely notice the details of my surroundings in the dim light. This was an incredibly simple room. Only in the far wall across the room there was a small window and I could see only the vague outlines of the objects inside with the dim light coming from the window. The floor of the room was covered with claret red carpets. As I looked at my mother, from the strangeness of the landscape she saw, smiling in amazement one eyebrow lifted. In the middle of the room, covered with rugs and gauze and cotton scarves dressed all in dark green in color stood a large and sumptuous sarcophagus. By the wall on the left placed a few lecterns and above which hanging a rack on the wall on which there were many Kur'ans. Several women crouched at the lecterns were reading Kur'an while others were praying standing in front of the sarcophagus. People were coming in a single file into the chamber, doing their prayer, and leaving the room. When the turn was for us, I and my mother also started reading some verses from Kur'an. Then I noticed precisely at that moment, that some changes were happening on my mother. For touching the sarcophagus was forbidden, hoardings were put up around it. As my mother came before the sarcophagus she saluted, "I came to your service, sir," she murmured quietly. No one could hear her but me. At that moment the wings of the hoardings swung opened. I couldn't understand what had happened at first, so I looked at my mother's face. She went rigid, fell to her knees, her eyes were wide, dilated, and she twitched. Her gaze fixed on the sarcophagus; she was in an ecstatic state smiling, her eyes glittering as though she had seen a close relative of her in joy. But I saw no recognition in them for the worldly things. I was aghast in marvel. She passed through the fence her hands clasped in front and then extended forward to the sarcophagus. Then her hands sank into the marble sarcophagus as if they had sunk into dough. In front of the sarcophagus, the air began to ripple, a crack was opened in the wall of the sarcophagus, and then I saw a man sitting on a throne in the grave, my mother directly reaching out for his hands and kissed them both. While she was kissing his hands her head again dived into the marble. At that moment I noticed the women reading Kur'an on the side of the sarcophagus. Some of them fainted due to the fear and excitement and still others were trying to escape in wailing.